Directly from Murder Basement
"Fuck. You." she grunts out.
The mana feeds her working, the grey glyphs connect and the floor beneath her is replaced by her motel room. She falls through the floor and cuts herself off from this blessed lie of space as soon as her body, still chained to the floor smacks into the disgusting carpet.
Chained to the chair, face planted on the carpet. Necklace cutting off her air way....she tries to call out for help....weakly, struggling through tar she casts both her Mind out and begs "Help.....me...."
2 suxx Voice from Afar to Hamia0WP, -1Mana